Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“What on earth?” I got out before she was in our VIP room, her furious gaze glued to me.
She didn’t make me wait.
“You broke my car!” she shrieked.
I felt the attention of most of the patrons of the restaurant turn our way.
But I looked to Tex.
He shrugged.
Shit.
Either the Mace/Stella/Jet/Nancy strategy didn’t move quickly enough, or Tex just ignored his wife.
I looked back at Cheyenne. “I—”
That was all I got out.
“You stole my boyfriend and broke my car!” she screeched.
I tried again. “Cheyenne—”
“She didn’t steal your boyfriend,” Gem piped up. “He was hers first.”
“She broke his heart!” Cheyenne shouted.
At a quick glance, I could see we definitely had the restaurant’s attention, though this wasn’t a surprise since Cheyenne was being very loud.
We also had Cheyenne’s crew’s attention, and they seemed mystified as to what was going on.
Last, I could see Dimitri heading our way.
Shit!
I pushed back my chair and stood. “Listen, Cheyenne, maybe we can go outside and—”
“You’re a homewrecker!” she screamed.
“Is there a problem here?” Dimitri, who’d arrived at our tableau, asked.
Cheyenne and her posse swung around to look at Dimitri.
Her posse reacted (I thought I even saw one of them start drooling).
Cheyenne narrowed her eyes on him and swung to me.
“What’s is it with you!” she yelled. She then demanded of the table, “Are you bitches going to hoard the hot guys in all of Phoenix?”
Harlow brought us backward in the confrontation by stating hotly, “She’s not a homewrecker. You and Knox were barely together for six months. You never even lived together.”
“He was mine!” Cheyenne squealed.
At this juncture, it seemed her crew might have been up to take her back for a confrontation with me (though, that was also debatable considering their expressions, it seemed they might not have understood the assignment at all), but they were not aware of the extremities of the situation, because they were no longer staring at Dimitri. They were staring at Cheyenne. And they were doing it with no small amount of alarm.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to calm down,” Dimitri said to her in a polite tone that still brooked no argument.
And Dimitri might be movie-star gorgeous, but only a fool could miss he was a man you didn’t mess with.
Woefully, that was just how unhinged Cheyenne was.
She didn’t notice you didn’t mess with Dimitri.
But she wasn’t there to mess with Dimitri.
She was there to mess with me.
And she was done messing around.
I knew this when she screamed, “You ruined my life!”
She then picked up Joey’s bowl of borscht and threw it at me.
It slammed against my front and splashed all over my dress, face and hair.
Gasps were heard all around and they didn’t just come from our table, some chairs were scraping, and Tex muttered, “And there it is,” but I stood frozen in shock.
Dimitri said something in Russian, and I didn’t know Russian, but I knew it was a foul word.
“Jesus Christ,” Titus said, pushing back his chair and getting up.
In fact, all the Angels were up.
Dimitri and Joey made a grab for Cheyenne, but she slipped away and sent another bowl of borscht flying at me.
Seeing as I was still frozen, it, too, hit me.
“Stop doing that!” Harlow yelled.
I came unfrozen when the next bowl sailed at me and I ducked, just not in time.
It hit me on my side and spattered over my back.
“Someone grab her!” Jessie yelled.
Cheyenne must have been slippery, because I got hit again.
But now I was getting mad.
I didn’t need this.
Knox didn’t need this.
Dimitri didn’t need this.
And she was ruining my dress!
I turned, grabbed my bowl of borscht, and threw it at Cheyenne.
Her crew gasped in shock at how true my aim was. It splashed right in her face.
She screeched a screech so screechy, I feared my eardrums had exploded.
Then she was on me.
We both slipped on borscht and fell to the floor.
Since I was grappling with Cheyenne, I wasn’t sure what was happening elsewhere, though it seemed there was a lot of activity. And it did penetrate my focus when I caught Joey tackling one of the other girls in Cheyenne’s group, and beyond them, I saw Tex had hold of two chicks, apparently with fistfuls of the backs of their dresses.
What I knew was, Cheyenne was really mad.
And she was a hair puller (I knew it!).
I also knew I was mad, so I didn’t hold back.
Eventually, we rolled down the steps to the main restaurant.
Dimitri finally got hold of me, wrapped both arms around my middle, yanked me up and backed us off.
Titus got hold of Cheyenne and did the same with her.
But she wasn’t done.
“You bitch!” she screamed, pushing against Titus’s hold to get back to me at the same time jabbing a finger in my direction and, not like I could miss it when she screamed it before, she repeated, “You ruined my life!”